Chapter 19
York
I dive face first between Noelle’s thighs, burying myself in the scent of her. The taste of her pussy on my lips as I push a finger deep inside her.
“I love this pussy,” I tell her. At this rate I want to tell her I love everything about her. Hell, I might even love her too, but I keep it simple for now.
No need ruining the moment with the ‘L’ word. I don’t know how she feels. She’s younger than me by a lot, and I know she has to return to college after the holidays.
I honestly don’t even want to think about what this could mean for us. All I know is I don’t want to stop eating her pussy because I’m enjoying it way too much.
Every sound, every sigh she makes turns me on. My cock is as hard as granite, and I wish I could slam my dick deep inside her right at this very moment. But not right now. Right now I have one mission…make this woman come all over my tongue.
And if I know Noelle like I’m beginning to—she’s close. Like really really close.
“Don’t stop,” she whisper-shouts into the stillness of the garage.
Tomorrow I need to take her somewhere. Somewhere more private. Something just for the two of us. Maybe a hotel?
Maybe with a hot tub?
I push the thoughts away as I continue sucking her clit between my lips, my finger fucking her sweet pussy. I slide another finger inside her, working her until she’s grinding along my face, her body starting to spasm.
Her fingers clutch onto my hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as her release crashes over her. She’s a fucking sight to behold when she comes.
I think I could get off to just the image of her coming all over me.
I chase away her release with my tongue, my fingers fucking her faster and faster.
Fuck this.
I rip my pants down, slamming my cock into her before she even has a second to recover. I need to rut out this need to keep fucking her day in and day out. I grip her shoulder, holding onto her as I keep fucking her, not really trying to keep quiet.
The table scrapes across the floor, and I’m not even trying to slow down because of it.
Not until I come. Fuck.
I need to get off so deep inside her.
Our eyes connect and the moment she gives me this soft smile, I’m done for. My orgasm attacks me out of nowhere like smoke in the shadows.
“Something’s happening,” I whisper as soon as my body calms just a bit.
“What?” she whispers, her face a complete picture of ecstasy.
“I don’t know,” I say, like I’m in a daze. Because the truth is I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never wanted someone this badly.
Hell, I’d propose to her right now if I thought she’d say yes.
But I know we have a long road to work through to be together, but I’m ready for it. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make this work.
We get dressed in the silence, and before we leave to head to our own rooms, I pull her in, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“I wish you could sleep in bed with me,” I whisper against her ear.
She sighs softly. “That would be so nice.”
I lean back slightly, allowing our foreheads to rest against each other. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” she says with a small laugh.
“That’s not soon enough.”
She kisses me, tugging me closer, giving me a kiss with everything she has. When she breaks the kiss after a few minutes, she leans back and gazes at me.
“I like it when you say romantic things.”
I brush a stray strand of hair back from her cheek. “You’re quickly becoming my favorite person,” I whisper along her lips. “And the reason I’m beginning to believe in magic.”
The next day we’re out holiday shopping…again. What is it about the Christmas season that turns everyone into a frenzied shopper? I seriously don’t get it.
All I can think about is finding a place where Noelle and I can be alone.
The mall is packed with holiday shoppers, the buzz of Christmas music blending with the hum of chatter, the smell of fried foods wafting from the food court. It’s the kind of festive chaos that would normally put me in a good mood. But right now, all I can think about is finding a way to get Noelle alone. Her parents are here, and we’re supposed to be doing this family shopping thing, but every time I look at her—catching her eye over a display of Christmas ornaments or watching her laugh at something her mom says—it only makes me want to steal her away for a few minutes.
Noelle’s dad is chatting away about some last-minute gifts he needs to get for family friends, while her mom is practically buried in a display of holiday sweaters, totally oblivious to anything else going on. It’s the perfect opportunity. I glance over at Noelle, who’s trying to keep a straight face but I can tell she’s as restless as I am.
I lean in close, my voice low so only she can hear. “I think we need a little break from all this shopping, don’t you?”
Her eyes widen slightly, and she bites her lip in that way that drives me crazy. “And where exactly are we going to go? My parents are right there.”
I glance around the store, scanning the rows of holiday décor and the distracted shoppers bustling about. There’s a back exit near the dressing rooms, probably leading to a quieter part of the mall. Perfect.
“I’ve got an idea,” I whisper, taking her hand in mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Trust me.”
Noelle’s lips twitch into a smile, her cheeks flushing just a little, and I know she’s on board. I motion toward the back of the store, and without making too much of a scene, we slip away from her parents, weaving through the racks of clothes and displays until we’re out of sight.
As we approach the dressing rooms, I spot a hallway leading to an emergency exit. It’s dimly lit, quiet, and, most importantly, private.
“This isn’t exactly romantic,” Noelle teases, raising an eyebrow, but her playful smile tells me she’s not disappointed.
“It’ll do,” I murmur, pulling her into the hallway and wrapping my arms around her waist. “I just needed a few minutes alone with you.”
I kiss her before she can respond, and it’s like the world fades away—the bustling mall, the crowds, the pressure of keeping this secret from her parents. It all disappears the moment our lips meet. Her hands slide up my chest, her body pressing against mine, and I deepen the kiss, savoring the feel of her, the way she responds like she’s been waiting for this as much as I have.
We break apart for a moment, breathless, and Noelle’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “We’re going to get caught.”
“Then we’ll have to make it quick,” I say, grinning, but there’s no rush in my movements as I kiss her again, slower this time, taking my time to enjoy every second.
I seriously can’t get enough of her. I keep kissing her, pretending like we have all the time in the world to explore one another.
Noelle breaks the kiss, leaning back with a mischievous smile. “Remember how you said I was on the naughty list?”
I nod, my hands bracing on the wall behind her. “Yeah.”
“Well, maybe I can move to the good girl list.” She sinks to her knees, and I swear I nearly growl at the sight of her.
“Oh, this will definitely get you off that naughty list.”